My brain is a wrung out sponge

Sigh. Somedays I feel like I have not one more drop of thought to wring out of my brain. If my head were a sponge it would literally be twisted dry. That is how i am feeling lately. Tapped. Out. Uninspired. Crispy. Done. Working in an industry where even on the worst/dullest of projects requires creative energy can be draining over time. I have daydreams that I leave design all together and go into an altogether different field like Firefighting. Or environmental science.. Or waste management... Anything where I am not required to milk the creative juices from my brain every, single day. Maybe then by the time I got home at night I would be inspired to be artful and creative on the things I am interested in...like my kids and my paintings and children's books. I remember when I was younger and a nanny I would come up with THE best stories and games and adventures for the kids I took care of. Now I have to wrack my brain to think of the words to Hickory Dickory Dock. Ugh. I want to be the type of Mom I used to be before I had kids...the fun, easy-going, creative type with lots and lots of creative energy. As opposed to the tired, cranky, creatively spent brain fart I have become.